The air was filled with damp, cold, damp moisture, and the rain interfered with the two overlapping faces on the beautiful woman's face.

Zhang Youhong wanted to take away the black paper umbrella to protect her from the wind and rain.

Liang Xingyang looked indifferent, and reached out to grab her wrist to prevent the black paper umbrella from being touched by others.

"Is that how you treat your savior?"

There is antipathy in this sentence.

A bone-chilling coldness descended.

The wind howled, and the rain suddenly increased.

Drops of icy rain eroded everything, and the shreddling bruises in it seemed to melt everything.

Zhang Youhong's eyes moved, and the red cheongsam emitted a faint red light. She blocked the erosion of the rain ghosts, and the figure in the hazy red light became more and more enchanting.

"A lifesaver? Everything is going on according to the previous arrangement, even if there is no one else who comes to deliver incense. But because of your intervention, it consumes more time of my existence, so is this also a lifesaver? ”

Her eyes moved slightly, a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she continued, "Who are you?" The key to that room is on you, I see it, give me the key. ”

"My name is Liang Xingyang, and I am a modern ghost handler."

Liang Xing said expressionlessly: "The key to the red room is related to my transaction with a cabinet. When the door opens, you can go in whenever you want, but the person who opens the door has to be me. ”

"But you can't keep the key."

Zhang Youhong smiled, her eyes were cold, and her hostility was undisguised.

Just as she was about to make a move.

Liang Xingyang was not afraid, but puzzled: "Even if you are not a life-saving benefactor, why are you so anxious?" You and I seem to have only met for the first time, so why are you so hostile to me? ”

"Meng Xiaodong didn't come to the funeral, does it have anything to do with you?" Zhang Youhong sneered.

Liang Xing raised his eyebrows and frowned, not knowing what was wrong with this sentence: "It matters, so what?" ”

Meng Xiaodong's body was nailed to the coffin.

If the source of the supernatural is restricted, then the supernatural derived from the source will automatically disappear. This led to the old woman who was derived from the past invasion and the present before Meng Xiaodong's death, and took a bus to the ancient house in the village where she did not appear at the first stop.

"Meng Xiaodong does not come to attend the funeral, there is no filial son to send the funeral, or the person who was most familiar with the deceased before his death is to be buried, which will make it difficult for the deceased to rest in peace."

"Now that there is a gap in the layout, the balance will be broken, so who will make up for the lack of this part? I can't exist for so long, and I can't replace Meng Xiaodong for the funeral, what do you think should be done? ”

Zhang Youhong said word by word: "Without this link, the red coffin can't suppress the resuscitated corpse, and the ghost recovers halfway, and you will all die here." ”

As the strongest of the Seven Elders, Zhang Dong, once the ghost recovers, it will definitely be extremely terrifying, and it is indeed difficult to stop the means of erasing the traces of the supernatural.

And the ghost is revived, and the seventh day of the resurrection will not appear, if it can't be corrected in time, it is likely to cause Yang Jian's letter delivery mission to fail, and the curse of the ghost post office will attract the ghost to attack.

"Isn't there a way to correct it?"

Liang Xingyang's eyes suddenly froze, not expecting the deep meaning that Meng Xiaodong's appearance in the ancient mansion was still hidden.

Zhang Youhong pondered for a long time, and slowly shook her head: "Even if I was alive, I was far inferior to that person." I can only last two days now, and it was arranged for someone to be born, but I didn't expect it to be me. ”

"Hand over the keys! Liu Qingqing can't end up so early, her body can't die yet. Sister Hong must be born, and I must also enter the red room in advance to let Liu Qingqing avoid trouble. And you, only by going through those two endless corridors, may have a chance to get out of here. ”

Liu Qingqing had an extra face on his body, this was an illusory face, a young red face. Over time, this illusory face will eventually disappear.

"There was no trace of you in the previous arrangement, and your appearance was unexpected, but it directly led to something bad happening, so you should be damned." Zhang Youhong's eyes were slightly cold, and her words were much sharper.

The distance between the two sides was a little closer again, and at such a close distance, as long as she attacked, the other party had almost no chance of escaping.

Liang Xingyang was still holding a black paper umbrella unmoved, his eyes flickering as he looked at the enchanting figure in the hazy red light, thoughtful.

"Can she participate in the funeral instead of Meng Xiaodong?"

He took out a photo from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Youhong in the hazy red light.

In the photograph is a woman sitting on a red wooden stool, smiling, revealing snow-white hands.

No matter which angle you look at, this woman's appearance is extremely perfect, but if you look closely, this woman's smile is stiff, and the position of her hands and feet is very unreasonable, like a beautiful puppet, at the mercy of others, this photo was taken.

Zhang Youhong's eyes froze, as if the photo in his hand was extremely hot, and he didn't want to look at it more, so he quickly threw it back after a hurried glance.

"Do you know the woman in the ghost painting?"

"I don't know."

Liang Xingyang looked at the phantom on Liu Qingqing's face suspiciously, feeling a little puzzled by Zhang Youhong's reaction.

is also a ghost rider in the Republic of China, is it possible that the woman in the ghost painting was also a taboo in the Republic of China, even if it is Zhang Youhong, you must be afraid of it?

"She can! Do you really have the source of the murder painting in your hands? Derivatives don't work. Zhang Youhong stared at Liang Xingyang with a dead gaze, which seemed a little incredible.

"You don't have to worry about it."

Liang Xingyang didn't reveal it directly, but he was faintly relieved in his heart.

If he didn't come to release Zhang Youhong, he wouldn't have been able to know the lack of mourners at the funeral on the sixth day. Even if he becomes an alien, controlling many supernatural beings, and holding a coffin nail, he doesn't dare to say that he can imprison Zhang Dong, who is resurrected by powerful ghosts.

Just shaking the palm of your hand can erase a large area of supernatural beings, this ability is too incomprehensible.

After thinking about it, Zhang Youhong regained her smile: "You are not lying, I hope you will not joke with your life." Now that the problem of the lack of mourners on the sixth day of the funeral has been solved, then it is right to put the key on you, and I will not meddle in the matter here again. ”

"On the fourth day, I will follow the mourning demons into the ancient mansion, hoping that by then you have opened the locked door. Trust me, you wouldn't want to do it with an old woman. ”

Zhang Youhong left, the red cheongsam exuded a hazy red light, and under her feet was a pair of red high heels, bright as blood, and an embroidered handkerchief hung around her waist, elegant and weird.

The wind whined in the woods, and the trees swayed and rattled.

Behind many trees, vague black figures stood strangely, twisting their necks one by one, looking behind them, as if they could glimpse Liang Xingyang through the blue-black rain curtain.

The rain is getting bigger.

But the pale and dirty heads continued to poke out.

Even if the rain increased again, it did not have a greater impact on the ghosts in the ghost forest, but decreased.

There are too many ghosts in this ghost forest, and the supernatural rain can only suppress the speed at which ghosts appear on rainy days. But as more and more ghosts emerge, the balance will soon be upset.

When the time comes, countless ghosts will come out of the woods.

"I've been in the same place for too long, and I've once again caught the attention of the ghosts."

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and the black paper umbrella he held moved slightly.

The wind was still whispering, the trees were swaying, and the environment was still the same, except for the black and blurry ghosts behind the trees.

The rain isolates the supernatural, and if the ghosts in the ghost forest want to attack Liang Xingyang, they must invade the rain ghosts through the black paper umbrella in reality.

But obviously, the ghosts in the ghost forest can't do it.

The black paper umbrella and the rain are interdependent, and even if they are targeted by the ghosts of the forest, they can avoid the attack in this way.

Soon.

Six ghost slaves with black paper umbrellas and black veils all appeared, following him step by step.

Liang Xingyang held a black umbrella high, stepped on the flowing water, returned along the yellow mud road, and walked back to the ancient house safely.

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